Crossing the Line

Wild swings in temperature as the arctic bus made a short tour of the neighborhood. Frozen flakes peering through the window looked liked they might want to come back for a longer visit. Luckily, I had today off according to a hastily drawn up handwritten plan that has yet to be released and I was listening to some dogs leaving the island and congratulating myself on my frozen escape when I saw the forecast overnight lows - single digits. This means an even colder outing tomorrow - and all for 3 lousy miles.

Last week saw 40 miles. Right about where I planned it.

13 miles was the kick off to the '08/'09 winter edition of Sundays with Michael. This week: Crossing the Snow Line

A swirling mess of atmospheric moisture whirled its way into Downeast Maine tripping Winter Weather Warnings and blowing a gale just offshore. An oddity with this region is our ability to maintain 33 degrees on one side of the street yet plunge to 31 degrees on the other. The result - a distinct line in the sand between rain and snow. Michael, Ozzie and I crossed the line several times in our loop around Boyden Lake. We started in the snow, then rain. Then snow. Then rain. It makes for difficult, wet footing. Add a constant, cold, wet snizzle out of the sky and you get the full picture. Coffee and cookies at the finish brought the spirits back. Next week: Return of the Balls.

And finally, poor Maddie goes to Dr. Booster tomorrow. But I told her Big Girls Don't Cry.